Daddies Brat

Tomas

If she thinks she can dodge us, our gorgeous little geek has it all wrong.

I can’t believe how easy it is to pick her lock. After we teach our girl not answering her phone when we call isn’t an option, I’ll take personal gratification in teaching her self-protection is a top priority. And she’ll love every second.

Our soft, innocent, and sweet little nerd with her sexy glasses and sharp mind stole a part of me the first time I saw her sitting on a high-top stool with her friend.

I’d found a part of me with her. Maksym and Stefan have said as much too.

I exchange a look with my best friends and they know what I’m thinking.

“That was too easy,” Maksym grunts.

I nod. With a final glance behind us to make sure the nosy neighbors in her complex are keeping to themselves we all step inside and close the door silently behind us.

Darkness greets us, but a few feet beyond the front door I spot the glow of light from underneath a door.

We weave through the small two-bedroom apartment and draw up short at the sound of soft moans coming from the other side of her bedroom door.

“Are you sure this is her room?”

Stefan has a good point.

Carpet masks his steps to the other end of the hallway where there is another room. India’s or Piper’s, I don’t know, but we are about to find out.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Creaks of unoiled metal give away with Stefan swinging the door open.

“Empty. Not hers. Different perfume.”

My balls grow heavy as our girl’s sensual cries filter through the thin door.

“Oh, so good. Yes, yes. Right there.”

“Who the fuck is in there with her? Never mind, he’s dead.”

Maksym pushes his impressive weight forward and I hold a hand out for him to slow down. Not for fear of any harm coming to India, but for the poor son-of-a-bitch he’ll kill for touching her. And I want to be the one to wrap my hands around his throat.

“Wait, moy brat.”

I shrug out of my overcoat and toss it along the back of her sofa.

Beside me, the other two do the same.

None of us could wait for another second to see India after touching down so we are still in our suits and feeling a little jet-lagged from our trip west.

We all agreed to leave our weapons in the limo and now I’m regretting our decision. Whoever is in there with our girl will just have to die by our bare hands.

My heart hammers and I can feel Maksym’s heavy breathing on the back of my neck cranking up my own anxiety.

None of us say anything as I try the knob and find it unlocked.

Careless girl.

Soft music plays over a small set of speakers as all three of us step into the bedroom. With the help of her computer screen and a small lamp, both sources of light work together to beat back the shadows.

Besides her desk, any other furnishings are sparse. A nightstand with a large stack of books and a third door, which I suspect is her closet, are off to the left. The place is rather small given her family roots as the country’s leading company is security tech.

Until now we’ve never stepped foot inside her apartment. Our time together was always about making her comfortable and having us in her space where her friend could discover us seemed to put her on edge. So, we respected that.

Until she stopped taking our calls.

A year ago, I never imagined us this close to losing my sanity but the longer I’m away from India Cambridge, the less human I feel. She completes me.

She completes us. Which blows my freaking mind.

We grew up together, rose from poverty, fought back the fuckers wanting to take us out by any means and have the scars to prove it. Through it all my brothers and I bled, cursed and grew stronger. Brick by brick we built our underworld empire, dirty and sinful as it is, and now power and money are commodities we no longer lack.

We decided a long time ago whatever we did we either did it together or not at all.

Including finding love. But I’ll be the first to admit I never saw this coming. Maybe because none of us were ever looking for more than a quick lay before her.

Our thoughts revolved around securing our hold, weaseling out threats to our kingdom until one day we found ourselves on our thrones at the top with no queen at our sides. And no one left to test our trigger fingers.

Years of living in the shadows made us believe we’d never find someone to share our lives with. Bringing someone into our way of life went against the last few morals any of us have.

And then India appeared like a mirage of untainted beauty with her wounded heart and beautiful eyes.

One look and I was broken for any other. Foolish for a man to say? Possibly. But I don’t give a fuck. She shattered my fucking control. She hooked me. Made a mad man out of me. I’m obsessed, I guess you could say. I can only be whole with her in my life.

And I know Maksym and Stefan well enough to understand we are all suffering without her.

I spy her phone on her desk and a couple of taps on the screen show she’s received our texts and calls. But left them unread.

A mistake she’s about to answer for.

Maksym narrows his eyes at me and I confirm with a quick jerk of my chin, knowing he understands. His wolfish grin tells me India is about to pay dearly indeed.

We look at each other and I can feel it to the marrow of my bones. We are where we belong.

We all feel the pull she has over us. The primal need to claim her and mark her. Keep her as our queen. As fucked in the head as that sounds. Something we’ve yet to do. Not until she’s ready for those steps. But not feeding her tight pussy our milk has been a test of wills and one I am close to losing.

But because of who she is and the heartache she’s been through we’ve been patient. But I don’t know for how much longer.

We advance quietly.

It’s a little confining with the three of us in her room. I wish we had the space of our penthouse to work with, but this will have to do, for now, I guess. I have to respect that India doesn’t use her family’s wealth to buy herself some luxury condo in a nearby high rise.

Beyond that, I’m not focused on unimportant details. The second I hear one of the guys close the door behind us all my attention falls on the beautiful temptress in the middle of the large bed-the one luxury item our girl seems to have afforded herself. It will do nicely for what we have planned.

She’s spread out in the middle of it, her shapely legs wide open and a fat, rubber cock poised to pleasure her body.

I guess we won’t be killing anyone tonight after all.

“Where did she get that?” Maksym grits in a dark whisper. His eyes blaze with banked arousal and curiosity.

A wolfish grin of my own spreads across my face. “I sent it to her before we left on our trip.” My words are masked by the music and her absorption in whatever fantasy she has going on in that pretty head.

She’s rubbing the head along her seam and I bite back a groan at the sight of her juices coating the bulbous head.

Come on baby, let me hear your moan again.

She sighs as if she can hear my silent plea and fuck yeah. My cock swells, hungry for those juices spilling between her folds.

There it is, baby. Like music to my fucking ears. She’s moaning and sighing again and it has Stefan inhaling sharply beside me.

I know my friend likes the sound of his name pouring like honey from her sweet mouth.

We exchange looks and I don’t know whose smile is more predatory. The three of us share everything-including women. But not until India did anything feel this serious. We are all treading new waters here and it’s as scary as it sounds.

God help me, help us all. What we are about to do will either put us in the lower levels of hell or the higher kingdom of heaven.

Either way, I’m going to love every minute of it.

Her other hand moves over her bare breasts and she pinches a taut nipple. The glow of the soft lighting highlights her flushed face and the way her mouth falls open pulls pre-cum from my dick.

Fuck. Me.

My balls grow heavy and my cock hardens to the point of being painful.

Our girl is seeking her own pleasure and this time it’s not over some fucking video call. I can smell her arousal and feel the heat radiating out.

Beside me, I hear Maksym and Stefan let out a sigh.

“Oh, Tomas. Yes.” She moans and I watch as she inches her toy into her shaft an inch at a time. I purposefully picked one that would remind her of me. Her walls stretch for the toy just like it stretches for me.

“Tomas,” she moans again and fuck me. I like her pleasuring herself with my name on her lips.

I signal to Maksym and Stefan. Together we surround her on all three sides of the bed. If she wants to run, she’ll either have to break through the headboard or try to get past one of us and that isn’t happening.

She is our prisoner. At our mercy and all we demand in return is her sweet, sweet body.

We make our living the hard way. Teaching people to fear us and showing them why they’re smart to heed our orders. Bratva blood flows through our veins three generations thick. Our fathers brought our families’ shared criminal empire from the old world decades ago and settled in New York. From there we’ve branched out. Seattle, Chicago. Vegas. We control portions of each city and we’re only growing. It’s been our sole focus for two decades, going on three.

But now, all any of us can think about is the beautiful goddess fucking herself on the bed between us and driving us crazy every second we’re apart.

She has us thinking there’s more to life than bloodshed and brutality.

Maybe our fathers are right. We need to start thinking about an heir and I for one can’t think of a better soul to be the mother of our children than India Cambridge.

Our treasure plants her feet wider and sinks the rubber toy deeper, as deep as it can go, and slowly starts to sway her hips to the grind of the music.

Another minute of watching this and I’ll lose the little control I have.

Stefan reaches for his tie and loosens the knot then frees it from his collar. We all shrug out of our suit jackets, the soft lo-fi music playing masks our movements.

One nod and we move as one.

Before she can fight back, I flip over our naughty little genius to her stomach and Stefan slips the makeshift blindfold on before she can get a good look at us.

“What the fuck. Oh my God!” she shouts and struggles against my strong hold.

Stefan tests the blindfold as I cover her mouth with a hand before she can scream again.

“Shh, princess, or we’ll be forced to put a gag in that fuckable sweet mouth of yours.”

She stiffens in my hold and I can’t help but think she’s the sexiest fucking prisoner.

“I’ll be right back.” Maksym leaves the room and from how the door is angled I can see through the living room that he’s securing the front door.

Maksym comes back and flicks on another lamp and together we raise her to her knees at the end of her bed.

“What do you want?”

Rage and remnants of lust color her cheeks.

“Piper is in the next room. You need to leave before she calls the cops.”

She looks gorgeous, ruffled, flushed and all those lies spilling from her mouth.

I raise a hand and bring it down on her ass with a delicious smack.

“Oh!” she gasps and writhes, mussing the duvet beneath her knees.

I rub my palm over the reddened area and she betrays herself by pushing her ass into me.

“Not happening, krasotka. Keep lying and we’ll be forced to fuck that mouth for lying.”

She struggles against our hold but she’s not going anywhere. Not anytime soon, that is.

Her chest rises and falls heavily, that little pink tongue darting out to wet her lips.

She is beautiful as hell quivering on her knees and blissfully naked. She might have had the idea of finishing herself off tonight, but that is not how this will end.

And she knows it.